I scanned the room every few bites but no one seemed to be paying us any attention. The crowd was mixed; black, white, and even a young Asian couple, ...ld, young, families, and two-somes.Down the road only a mile or so was a motel and we took a room on the side. I sent Kristy to the bathroom to take a shower and settled on the bed, turning on the entertainment console.A slight scrape outside the door caught my attention and then the door burst in. A man and woman exploded into the room and with. From my bed, I saw her disappear into the bathroom, and then a few minutes later, our son emerge and go to his room, stark naked, with something quite considerable bobbing between his legs as he walked. But... my brain told me... That meant - my wife must have seen him like that in the bathroom - and they were together in there for at least a few minutes. After my wife and son had gone to work, I spent the day running everything through my head. Was I really being cuckolded by my son? Had I. I wish they hadn=t shaved my head and eyebrows. By the time I had modeled every outfit for them it was getting late. I made several trips to my room to carry all the clothes they had bought for me. I barely got all the stuff put away when I heard Lucas call for me to come to his bedroom. I walked in there wearing a short skirt, heels and a peasant blouse. When I entered the room, Mary was laying in bed and Lucas was standing beside the bed. He had me come close to him then he told me,. . she put her hands in mine. Undressing each other, or at least me; she had come to me naked, was again comedic, I would have disrobed as I normally did, removing each garment in turn, while she reached for something else altogether. She giggled, and I sat myself down on my bed, I told her, “shoes first. I’ll take care of the shirt.”She nodded, giggled. My prick, harder than I could ever remember it having been before, bounced as it was released from my trousers. She gasped, she had never seen.